Sunday, September 19 & Monday, September 20

About this site:In 1993, I spent the year writing in a blank datebook from 1954. Now, in 2010, I'm posting each page on the web and writing about it. You may want to start at the beginning.

Sunday
The rest of the floor began to fill up, and I got to meet some of my future friends and my roommate, Sin. He seemed nice enough -- he was originally from Taiwan, and still had a thick accent, which made him a little hard to understand at times. But he was amiable and easy-going -- his signature phrase was "I don't give a fuck," delivered not aggressively but with a shrug.

I met Neesham while sketching outside the Honors Center, if I recall correctly. She was from the Cleveland area, and reminded me a lot of my friends from back in Barrington -- quick-witted, snarky, politically and culturally aware. (She was also pretty, which didn't hurt a bit.) We hit it off, and we exchanged numbers so we could meet up again -- the "3" shorthand, since all the numbers on campus started with 291, 292, 293 or 294.

The Pitt was one of the bars on High Street, at the south end of campus, which was where most of the party bars were. The Pitt was one of the easier ones to get into if you were underage. I guess a bunch of the guys from the dorm and I went there that night.

Monday
UVC was the freshman orientation class. It was pretty lame, but fortunately was only five weeks, and didn't count as a grade; I had to show up, and that was it. P.E.E.R. was a group orientation type thing specifically for the dorm. It was similarly lame.

I managed to lose my ID, and found out where the campus police office was. I imagine if I were an engineering student, I might have passed it more often -- it was just on the edge of the cluster of engineering buildings -- but I think this was the only time in four years that I visited it.